Picking up the Pieces of Our Lives -Drarry

Chapter 19: Friends

Draco

For only a moment, just one moment, he thought he had finally succeeded, and it was all over. That was until he tried recalling his last moments, that's when Draco realized, no, he was not dead. He was very much alive. Someone had knocked the door down and saved him, a someone that looked a bloody lot like Potter, but that can't be possible. He had to have been hallucinating when he thought he heard the Gryffindor's voice calling his name. It had to be, right? Draco opened his eyes to the sound of shoes making their way to the door in the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey walked inside the room, her expression unreadable. 

"Draco, how are you feeling, dear?" she asked softly

"Like hell." he removed his right arm from under the covers and began studying his wrists. They were covered with bandages, but seemed to be healed already. "Why am I here?" he asked

"Harry here, found you," noticing for the first time that Harry Potter was sleeping in a chair next to Draco's bed, his hand over Draco's own, he felt himself blush the smallest bit. "I told him that he could leave, but he insisted on staying with you all night."

The healer started handing Draco many different vials containing an assortment of potions for him to drink, then left to retrieve a plate of food. Half way through the potions, Harry woke up, and instinctively looked towards the Slytherin. Draco hadn't moved his hand in fear of waking the Gryffindor and also because he secretly liked the comforting weight of Harry's hand on top of his own. 

"Um, how-er-how you feeling?" Harry asked after removing his hand from it's former placement

No response

"Look, Draco, you really scared me yesterday. I thought you were gone, and you nearly were. I-I realized that I wouldn't be able to stand it if you were gone, and I, erm, I want to ask you if you'd want to be friends with me." Harry raised his hand up, a hopeful look on his face, Draco remained quiet. Sighing, he lowered his hand in defeat. 

"Do you mean it?" Draco asked, his voice barely above a whisper

"What? Friendship?" the Gryffindor asked hopefully

"if I was gone, you wouldn't be able to stand it." 

"Yes, of course, if you weren't here, Hogwarts wouldn't feel the same, and I would never have anyone ever tell me how awful my hair looks again."

"Are you sure?" His voice cracked

"Yes. And I also mean what I said about wanting to be your friend. I didn't realize how big of a part you are in my life. And since you're not my enemy, you're my friend. Or, at least if you want to be.."

Turning to his side to meet the Golden Boy's gaze, he reached his hand out to shake Harry's own. His eyes glazed with tears. Finally he'd have a friend in the damned place.

Harry

All he wanted to do was hug him and give him kisses and tell him everything would be alright. He wanted to wipe away the tears that were fated to fall and hold his hand to give him comfort, but he didn't. The only thing restraining Harry from doing all of that was the fear that Draco wouldn't feel the same way and he'd loose him for good this time. The most he could do was offer his friendship and support for now.

  "Just too let you know, if you left me, I wouldn't be able to take it. I'm breaking and if that happens, it'll be the last nail in my coffin." Draco whispered so quiet Harry almost missed it. Then Madam Pomfrey walked inside carrying a large tray of food, a tray for two. 

"Harry, since it's obvious that you will be staying here with Draco, I brought you breakfast as well. Is that alright?" 

"Yeah, thank you."